In the mess

Sometimes life is a snowball tumbling

 gathering steam, growing more unwieldy

Propelled by choices that feel

 pulled by gravity

 

It hits bottom

 and detonates

 into white, powdery freedom

All expectations tangled up in shame

 pulverize and evaporate

Sparkling snow remains

Your kindness unravels me again

 

Time after time I’m surprised

 by this light of love in your eyes

I realize I expect myself to be

 strong enough to no longer need

Your arms to carry me.